The Pirate & The Stubborn Prince

Worst kind of drunk

A/M This is set between the end of the first chapter and the beginning of the second one of the oneshot. If you haven't read it yet please do so soon. It'll make everything clearer

Kongpob had spent the evening in the tavern with his former friends, and for a moment –just a moment- he had wondered if his old feelings for Sam and their shared past would rear their ugly head. But he hadn't felt so much as a twinge, even when he had put his arm around his shoulder, and all the other times he had violated his personal space. How could he have when he'd spent the last weeks unable to so much as look away from Arthit?

And then Cutie had practically jumped him, kissed him, looked at him with those eyes...
And Fuck.
He had just gone from turned on to really fucking turned on the space of a couple of seconds. But who could blame him when he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in Arthit's warm body?

He stroked himself harder, faster, as images of the man sleeping in his bed bombarded him from every side.

Arthit with wet hair, shirt sleeves rolled up over his elbow and dimpled smile

Arthit munching happily cakes and pastries

Arthit talking excitedly about acqueducts

Who could have guessed he'd find aqueducts fascinating? Then again, it wasn't the aqueduct that he found fascinating. It was Arthit. It had always been Arthit.

He came seconds later, head thrown back and teeth grinding together to hold back the hoarse sounds in his throat.
After a couple minutes of recovery time, he cleaned himself up, his head still a little messed up with the pleasure of it all.

He swept away glass shards, then slipped back into his room where the other man was sleeping peacefully. His smooth skin was still flushed. His lips were red and slightly swollen. Just looking at him made Kongpob's body hardened again.

He broke off with a groan. Gods, he was acting like a horny teenager with his first love, his dick rising again and again at just the thought of him.

Deciding he needed to do something to take his mind off of the delectable Arthit and his too-bright everything, he grabbed the first book he found and read it.
It was one of Arthit's. He honestly didn't understand how Arthit could enjoy read those sort of books. But he did. And Kongpob enjoyed watching him. A perfect example of a win-win situation.

A faint groan emerged from the sleeping man's throat as he shifted his body to a new position.
Attracted by the unexpected sound, the Captain looked up from the book to watch the figure sprawled on the bed, his shirt slightly raised exposing his stomach and... nope. He had to find something that would keep him busy. The busier he kept himself, the less chance he'd have to think about the man in his bed.
He took the papers Stud had handed him and concentrated himself on them. They were full of the grand plan commander Kubozuka which was to take the Lionheart down. The commander had been breathing down his neck for months, trying to capture him. Up until now he had avoided open conflict, but now it was no longer possible.
Irritably, he took another paper and tiredly rubbed his eyes.

Another groan caught his attention. He looked over and saw that his guest was waking up. Arthit looked peaked, but because his grumpy cutie face always put him in a good mood, he couldn't stop himself from provoking him a bit.
However, before Arthit could answer, he sprinted to the toilet.
Kongpob stood there motionless for a moment. It wasn't hard to imagine what was the problem, and the throwing up noises just confirmed it.

At least hearing him throwing up had helped him cool his jets.
When he joined him in the bathroom he wrinkled his nose in disgust, then crouched down next to him, one hand on his thigh, the other rubbing his back in soothing circular motions.
He tried his best not to think about anything except give Arthit some relief. At first the noble seemed grateful, then suddenly he got mad, like, really mad.
Kongpob bite his tongue and following Arthit's willing, he left him alone.